Chapter Twenty Six.

I reach halfway up the stairwell, praying like fuck that there will be no bloodshed tonight. If either of them gets their hands covered in blood.

There will be an uproar within the family.

And if Trent survives, it is a certain conclusion that he will also have my head. He will make it clear that I was the catalyst for their falling out. And that is not a possibility for me. Prior to Sandro's birth, I would have looked death in the eye like a lovestruck teenager.

However, my greatest fear at the moment is dying, abandoning little Sandro. I want more for him; I do not want him to believe that being an Esposito family member is all he is capable of.

Beyond these kingly-sized iron gates. There is a world full of wonderment and I want, no. I need him to work towards a future that will not tarnish his beautiful hands.

"Tesoro," (Treasure.) 

I come to a halt and turn around to see Ace at the bottom of the steps, holding Sandro in his arms. If